God, help me. I am just as bad as every lecherous guy I dated when I was a young woman. I’m just as bad as my father. I’m just as bad as every Camaro-driving balding middle-aged man with every young and beautiful waitress. I am the idiot who feels special because a young woman thinks I still got it.
I was 18 years old when she was born. I can feel how red my face is right now, but I don’t care. There’s something about her I like, even past the fact that she’s foxy.
She’s sexy. She has a pretty fair resemblance to Alyson Hannigan from Buffy. She has those sleepy sexy eyes and that cutely quirky smile and the red hair too. She’s got a lovely hourglass figure and soft alabaster skin. She likes technical manuals and nerdy things and she’s interested in learning more about polyamory and in playing with couples and exploring. She likes being teased. She likes trying things like fancy Mezcal. She has a naughty smile. She thought we were cute too. She knows how old we are. She likes it. She doesn’t have a lot of experience and she’d like more. She likes my ideas…I do have rather fun ideas.
I’d rather love to help her explore.
Oh God. I’d love to help her explore.
Please please please universe?
So I have to admit I’d want this girl even if it were just physical. But there is something kinda great there, a certain humor and an intellectual curiosity that I find highly appealing. Most every person who ever tried to justify robbing the cradle has said it, but it’s true. She’s kinda timeless.
It’s odd but I relate to that. I was always that old soul, that 11 year old with the 15 year old friends. I spent my young adulthood generally with people of all sorts of ages. I’ve had friends from 14-74. This girl does too. When she talks about her friend who is 63 and from Sri Lanka I totally see a bit of myself in that.
But yeah.. kinda red-faced.